And I am here to tell you: 1929 will commence again if you try to take away our shorts! Doesn’t matter how many plebbitors you have out there on the street, begging for them to have our shorts closed. We will not relinquish them! Do you understand!? That’s why you are going to fail, and the establishment knows, no matter how much propaganda. The bears will rise again when you attempt to take our shorts!

WHY AM I HOLDING? I’LL TELL YOU WHY. It’s because I’m a bad trader and I KNOW I’M A BAD TRADER.
Yeah you good traders can spot the highs and the lows pit pat piffy wing wong wang just like that
and make a millino bucks sure no problem bro. Likewise the weak hands are like
OH NO IT’S GOING DOWN I’M GONNA SELL he he he and then they’re like OH GOD MY ASSHOLE
hen the SMART traders who KNOW WHAT THE FUCK THEY’RE DOING buy back in but you know what?
I’m not part of that group. When the traders buy back in I’m already part of the market capital
so GUESS WHO YOU’RE CHEATING day traders NOT ME~! Those taunt threads saying “OHH YOU SHOULD HAVE SOLD” YEAH NO SHIT.
NO SHIT I SHOULD HAVE SOLD. I SHOULD HAVE SOLD MOMENTS BEFORE EVERY SELL AND BOUGHT MOMENTS BEFORE EVERY BUY
BUT YOU KNOW WHAT NOT EVERYBODY IS AS COOL AS YOU. You only sell in a bear market if you are a good day
trader or an illusioned noob. The people inbetween hold. In a zero-sum game such as this, traders can only take your money if you sell.

Bobo = Sigma male

1. Bears live alone but we value other Bobros
2. Bobos don’t brag about gains or post positions
3. Lines in fact don’t go straight up
4. “Fucking nigger bulls”
5. Don’t need mumu’s agreement
6. Never post your trading Strat
7. Shorting the market
8. Not buying Index and HODL
9. “Fucking dumb nigger bulls”
10. Always ready to take profit
11. Making money during market downturn
12. Could start a trading channel

Jerome splashes water on his face in a seedy hotel bathroom and straightens his tie in the mirror, his right eye twitches a few times. He gives himself a shake and steps out of the bathroom. The scene is grim, needles and bongs litter the sleazy hotel room not to mention all the condoms and semen everywhere interspersed with the most rancid whores imaginable, the kind 2scoops would hire. All the Fed presidents, women included, just ran the biggest drug fueled train on the market imaginable. The market is whimpering in the corner about shrinkflation while jizz leaks out of every hole. Once the condoms ran out everyone just fucked the market raw, he smirks as he remembers the market begging them not to. Several of the other junkie prostitutes are passed out about the room and he has to step over them on his way out. It won’t be long before they start to wake up and find the pile of dead chinese ones with Evergrande branded on their asses in the bathroom tub. Jerome walks over to the market and bends down and whispers, “Come back when you need more QE, bitch.” and spits in her face. Smiling as he walks out he remembers he needs to return some video tapes. He heads down to the hotel office to pay them 9 billion dollars for the hotel stay on his fake CC under Hunter Biden’s name. “What about black unemployment?” he says out loud on his way down, mimicking Janet Yellen’s raspy old woman voice and laughs to himself.

Jerome is going to slowly inch the interest rate cock into place. First he will prep the market by talking about it or having the other Fed heads mention it in interviews. His growing erection straining to be released from his pleated pants. The market will whimper a little and start to produce lubrication, maybe say to stop and try to push him away. At that point it’s too late to resist, there’s no running away from Jerome’s bedroom. With lust in his eyes, nothing will deter Jerome from his task. He has come to put our financial woes to rest. To do that he’ll have to take the market to a place it’s never been before, a place of pain but also pleasure. He will open the market up with a small interest rate hike, just a teaser to the full event. Rub it around the outside and push gently at the entrance. There will be a yelp of pain and maybe a moan or kick. Soon the whole tip, a 0.5% hike thrust into the market prodding and stretching the first few inches. Probing deeper until there’s a slight resistance of the market’s hymen giving way. This is where the majority of the pain occurs, a little blood but Jerome can’t stop now, he must finish this task. Pushing farther in each time, he finally feels himself bottom out the market with an eye rolling groan. Quickly, thrust after thrust will go fully in and out with load smacks as pelvis collides with pelvis, no whimpers or pleading will stop him. It will seem to the market like this period lasts forever, both parties will start to perspire and become desperate, panting and gasping for breath. Relief can only happen if the act is fully completed. Finally Jerome will explode deep into those depths with a loud final bestial grunt. The market will scream as stars dance across it’s vision in simultaneous agony and ecstasy then promptly pass out, drooling and still twitching from aftershocks. Jerome will delve the market’s nethers so thoroughly that it will feel empty after the final interest rate hike.

The market is waiting and whimpering in anticipation for Jerome to defile it’s deepest sectors with his schlong, veins pulsing with trillions of dollars of inflation. Very soon™ it will be time but first Jerome has to get the market ready for penetration, a little foreplay first. He’ll spit on his interest rate dick and rub against the market’s labia and clit meanwhile the other Fed presidents will whisper in the markets ear about how inflation is transitory and tapering will start. The market moans and commodity prices tumble while defensive sectors like utilities will cause the markets nipples to harden. Jerome smacks his lips and can’t restrain himself from them, sucking and biting at them until the market is so aroused it can’t help but grind against the interest rate bitch breaker smearing it with pussy juice. Jerome must do the needful otherwise inflation will overtake them both and then no one gets to cum especially not Bobo. He pushes the tip in gently and the market gasps in pleasure, tapering has begun. Bonds take a dip and smart investors buy it immediately claiming they slurped on an anonymous monkey hair braiding forum. Stocks rise trying to squeeze the last bit of gains before what comes next. Jerome’s heart is pounding now, each heartbeat causing the veins to bulge as CPI skyrockets, milk and gas are both over $100 a gallon. There’s no more time for waiting, Jerome thrusts deeper and gasps as the inner ridges of the market are stretched wide yielding to him. Interest rates are hiked, there’s no going back, the market begins to cry from pain and corrects 20% suddenly. Unbeknownst to either, the door is open just a crack and a lustful Janet Yellen peeks through with a horrified expression, hands flicking her dusty bean furiously.

I fucking hate Teslas. I hate how fucking boring they look (although to be fair at least they’re not chasing the gook market and putting obnoxious grilles everywhere like Turkroach Motoren Werken). I hate how they cost as much as some of the most expensive BMWs and Mercedes and Audis yet they look and feel like they were made on the budget of a paper napkin. I hate how fucking minimalesterino and soulless their fucking interiors are. I hate how the Model 3 has convinced retards that driving a car without a dashboard is a good idea. I hate how there’s no fucking physical climate controls, I can’t wait for the tardscreen in the middle to break down and all of a sudden you’re not able to turn the fucking air con on. I hate how Teslas have convinced other retarded car makers that removing physical buttons from the car interior is a good idea (see the interior of the new S Class, who the fuck thought that was a good idea). I hate how Teslas have convinced everyone to make even faggier looking EVs that have a bunch of cheap black and blue plastics and LED lighting everywhere so they can go “LOOK AT ME!!! I CAN MAKE FUTURISTIC OVERSIZED RC TOY TOO!!!!” I hate how Tesla is the reason for every FAGMAN/Big Tech company from Apple to Google deciding that they need to work on their own shitboxes that will probably self destruct in two years. I hate how Teslas are designed like fucking Apple products in which that they’re a nightmare to repair. I hate the idea of a car that will slowly become even more of a pain of the ass to drive (those batteries gotta degrade eventually), which goes hand in hand with my last point as now you have to get a brand new shitbox every couple of years so, there goes actually owning a car. I hate how every government is going to fucking ban normal cars so sometime down the line we’re going to have to be stuck with fucking Teslas. I hate the idea of a car that you can’t just top up and keep going on a whim. I hate how Teslas have overshadowed other, far better solutions to fuel efficiency like hydrogen cars, diesel cars (which have already been around, mind you), and even fucking hybrids. I hate how much they rely on retarded meme features (DOOD…YOU CAN PLAY… LE CUPHEAD… IN THE CAR !!!!!!!!!). I hate the idea of Autopilot (Newsflash morons: wanna drive without actually having to drive? Ride the bus). I hate how they act like Autopilot is the greatest thing since the invention of cars yet it amounts to nothing more than AI-enhanced cruise control. I hate that stupid bugpeople believe that the Tesla Semi will somehow make those mean, HOONKING truckers go obsolete. I hate that stupid fucking yoke wheel on the Model S Plaid. I hate how fucking retarded looking the Cybertruck looks. I hate the fucking Cybertruck’s name (WOWZERS… ITS LIKE THAT HECCIN CYBERPUNK GAME WIT DA BUGS AND THE WHOLESOME KEANU REEVES!!!! HOW KINO!!!!). I hate how fucking boring the cars sound, I know you can’t expect electric cars to scream like an F1 racecar but it’s still so, bleh.

I hate how almost every discussion of cars is derailed by some Teslafaggot going “DOOD YOUR CARS ARE LE OUTDATED MODEL S PLAID GO ZOOM ZOOM ITS OVER JAJAJA.” I hate how that instead of a nice Lambo or a Ferrari (although I wouldn’t blame them too much the newest cars from both of these companies are so tryhard), children are probably hanging up posters of a Tesla Roadster, or even a Model S. I hate how when you ask a zoomer what their dream car is, they’re not thinking about a Corvette Z06 or a Bentley or a McLaren or even an Aventador. They’re thinking about some piece of shit Tesla with panel gap issues up the ass. I hate how almost every Tesla driver has their head shoved so far up their own fucking ass that they’re probably coughing dandruff for four months. I hate how a sizable portion of Teslafags are underage children who are probably not old enough to even drive a fucking car. I hate how Teslafags are so fucking smoothbrained they lack the capacity to appreciate the inner workings of a V8, its like if you have a nice Swiss made watch and then some faggot comes up to you and says “AKSHUALLY CHUD MY APPLE WATCH CAN TELL THE TIME WITH ACCURACY OF .000001 SECONDS SO UR GAY”. I hate how they like putting shitty vanity license plates sperging about how “le good” their faggotmobiles are. I hate how they constantly go on about how “they’re saving the planet” by driving their Teslas even though if you put a few nuclear power plants and somehow make China disappear you’d have a better chance at stopping “climate change.” I how despite all of this, they still use “muh climate change” as a call to arms to act like niggers and go slash other peoples tires for fun. I hate how they just made me sympathize with SUV drivers. I hate how the Ukraine crisis and the rising gas prices have caused them to come out in full force to shill their gay ass Teslas even more. I hate how they act like “HURRR… UR CAR IS LIKE BOMB ON WHEELS… OUR CAR IS LE SAFE BECUZ MUH CRUMPLE ZONE UND MUH ENGINE NOT IN FRONT” yet when an electric car blows up the fire is so fucking bad that they just let it run its course. How fucking safe for everyone else, at least when the fucking Ford Pinto explodes it doesn’t fuck over everyone else on the road. I hate how they act like Elon is the reincarnation of Jesus Christ. I hate how my fucking neighbor’s kids think they’re the fucking shit because mommy and daddy decided to buy them Model 3s (I hope they total their cars like how this annoying faggot who ran in my circle of friends totaled his Model Y).

I know I sound like I’m MATI. I know I sound like I’m autistic. Fuck that, I am mad at the internet and I am autistic. But I don’t fucking care anymore. I fucking hate Teslas and I feel like now with Elon heavily in the zeitgeist it’s the right time for me to vent how much I hate Teslas. Reply with your takes on Teslas, Tesla fans, EVs in general, etc.

51888113 (OP)
SOXS is the answer. Face it. Semiconductors are sand in all but the name. The desire for newer, faster, more is unsustainable. Computers, GPUs, self-driving electric cars, AI enhanced smartphones, medical devices, microcontrollers, networkinging gear, machine learning, surveillance, infrastructure, military, and all that other bullshit that people and the government don’t have enough money to buy are not needed. No matter how many cores, how fast or efficient, it won’t be enough to convince consumers to upgrade from their 10-year-old i5 2500k. The disdain for fresh silicon gives nary shit for national identity, creed, hue, gender, asshole virginity or other vain conceit; the multitude speaks in singular. The plea: not semiconductors.

SOXS couples a single ETF entry point with the the “best” companies the semiconductor space has to offer then pushes their already horrific returns to your advantage with 3x inverse leverage, all responsibly managed via daily rebalancing to boot. SOXS counteraligns your economic interests with meme stocks like Nvidia, Qualcomm, Intel, Broadcom, Micron, Texas Instruments, Applied Materials, et al. “””tech companies””” with unnecessary products, not oil companies making billions a day off black goop. In the last 25 days, SOXS has exploded over 2.1x yet still we are early. Semiconductor contraction will proceed exponentially until every viable space runs on mechanical devices, hydraulics, and pencil and paper. This is a fait accompli; the sheer number of interested parties and obviously compelling outcomes make it so. The rejection of increasingly complex and unreliable sensors, microcontrollers, information processing, and storage out of everything will be this era’s seminal revolution, a revolution with SOXS holders planted firmly at the receiving end.
Stop waiting for the “pullback”. Where we’re going, fretting over a few dollars is meaningless. The deliberation is over; waiting is a failure mode. Now. Buy it now.

I just found out that all computers use things called “Packets” to transmit information over internet. Those packets have to be transmitted using special equipment called routers. I figured out that there must be a router produced listed on stock exchange, and as usual I was right.
Take a look guys, ticker is CSCO. It’s quite oversold too. To those less technical, imagine that information is oil, packets are oil tankers and routers are seaports.
All in all, it seems like we will need those packets much longer than we need oil, so I give CSCO high recommendation.
Usually you would have to pay big bucks for analysis like that, but I gave it you for free.